natasha nakamura's diary

This year I was deluged with Christmas cards from Paris and New York, mostly from people only vaguely remembered. My strategy to defend myself against this barrage next year is to wait until shogatsu, then send everyone a pointedly relaxed shogatsu card explaining this is the way we do things in Japan. Next year if I get around to it I'll computerize the whole shebang so I can send out my answering volley of shogatsu cards (perhaps with a computerized facsimile of my own handwriting) at the press of a button.